Osaka Midori

[Midori Osaka]

"Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads."
--Erica Jong
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“Be sure that it is not you that is mortal, but only your body. For that man whom your outward form reveals is not yourself; the spirit is the true self, not that physical figure which and be pointed out by your finger. ”
--Cicero

Name: Osaka Midori

Gender: Female

Age: She is around 237, though she appears to be in her late teens or early twenties.

Appearance: Light crimson hair frames the contours of a tattooed face, long bangs occasionally obstructing the view of inscrutable blue eyes. Red markings, a tooth-shaped one below the right eye, a simple thin streak coming from the left, one similar to a brush stroke extending directly above the eyebrows, and a small circle in the very center of the forehead, contrast greatly with the smooth, creamy complexion of her skin. Her slender figure is flush with the subtle curves of a young woman, body unblemished save highly scarred mid back and lower stomach. Standing at five feet and two inches, she is actually somewhat short, though her physical build gives the illusion that she's taller than in reality.

Her tattoos cause her to stand out from the standard human. These markings are visible to people with even the slightest shred of spiritual awareness, but not to those with absolutely none. She poses as a senior at the local high school, because she finds that a few very interesting students attend there, and wears the uniform there during school days. Outside of school, her wardrobe consists of black-white-and-red-themed outfits all embellished with a sun-like insignia. Although her preferred pants are black or white jeans, her overall style is considered a sophisticated casual. Her shirts, relaxed in fit for comfort and ease of movement, usually reveal a bit of her toned midriff. During the summertime, she usually adds a black bucket hat to her ensemble, which shades her eyes from the sun. In addition, she has piercings of the navel, eyebrow, auricle, and earlobe variations. She is frequently sighted playing with a lighter, inducing the assumption that she is a pyrotechnic. Her zanpakuto is thrust downward through its sash, worn in a belt-like style, along her right hip, giving her easy access to the sword. However, because carrying around a sword would arouse suspicion, she usually opts to leave the weapon at home, though she carries two daggers on her person at all times.

“Absence is to love as wind is to fire; It extinguishes the small and kindles the great.”
--Roger de Bussy-Rabutin

Character Type: Vizard

Zanpakutō Name: “Ruhari”

Command: “Sacred Fire, Heroic Wind. Arise, Ruhari”

Normal: Unreleased, Ruhari is similar to any other zanpakuto. Beneath the crossguard, it bears a red grip and, streaming from the very end of the hilt, two white silk ribbons.

Shikai: "Ruhari" (Red Needle) The blade, which obtains a slight tinge of scarlet, grows substantially longer as the sword reverts to a tachi-like form. From the end of the hilt, the two white ribbons also extend, fluttering in the newly released spirit pressure. The sword and it's wielder create an even more formidable foe, together radiating a vibe of intensity, menace, and suppressed acrimony.

Bankai: “Ruhari Arashi” (Red Needle Tempest) As a reiatsu of red bursts from her center, her blade becomes white with heat, and two wings of flame ignite from between her shoulder blades. As the film of dirt and dust caused by her explosion of spirit force clears, the enormous wings lose their blazing outer covering to reveal eagle like coloring -- feathers starting as white, then abruptly turning to brown. They can re-ignite at will, though, even without the flames, the battlefield becomes scorching hot, and shimmers in the heat. Bankai gives her the ability to control fire and wind (to some extent), and create mirages in the heat, visible only to the enemy. Along with the temperature, it also increases her speed and strength.

Zanpakutō Spirit Appearance: [+][/b] Ruhari appears to be a boy at the dawn of adulthood bearing white hair and crimson eyes. He is fairly calm and brooding at all times, even when his wielder is not, a fact that helps to calm her emotions.

Hollow Mask: Her mask, a glimpse of her inner hollow, comes to a point at its base. The smooth surface of the mask is white with red markings, and its obscenely wide grin, which is more akin to a grimace, contains large sharp teeth.

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.”
--Ambrose Redmoon

History: She was alone on those streets. Everyone was alone. Early on, she learned that she had to defend for herself. As she grew older, her body became muscular and slender. Stealing was natural. Punching, kicking, fighting was natural. She became familiar with the weak points of the human body, pressure points, as she later learned that they were called, and used this knowledge to her advantage.

He came to her like a fly to honey, and took to following her around soon after they met. She hardly said a word to him -- the young boy didn't do much anything, he was just always... there. For years it was that way, and, as others around her died or moved on, he was always there. He was her shadow, her only constant. And then, in an instant, he was gone. She could only watch as the man drew a pink tongue across the blade of his knife, dripping with the blood of her companion. The seemingly emotionless girl simply cracked. A burst of reiatsu shot from her center, engulfing nearly half of her district and somehow devouring the man who had killed the boy.

For the next couple of weeks, she tried to forget what had happened. She tried to forget the boy's death. She tried to forget his mere existence. She failed. Her personality turned two-faced -- either silent or snappish -- and the gaping whole behind and slightly to the right of her body was overwhelming. His presence was sorely missed. Subsequently, when a couple of shinigami scouts, who had been in the area at the time of her outburst, approached her and offered a place at their academy, she accepted.... anything to take her mind off... things. Unbeknownst to them, however, something had arisen in her soul, one that she would be fighting for many years afterwards.

She progressed through school at a regular pace, for, while her spirit power was high, she subdued it, and her motivation was low. As her days at the academy wore on, it became clear that kido was her weak point, and so she focused on hand-to-hand and foot combat, as well as her swordsmanship. Because of her insufficiency in the art of kido, following her graduation from the academy, she was assigned to Division 11 under the command of a man by the name of Zaraki. It wasn't until a few years later that the others realized something was wrong. The power of her inner hollow was increasing dramatically, and so, before any destruction could be done, she left Soul Society for the living world in search of help.

She didn't even have to look for long -- help found its way to her in the form of an organization called as the Vizard. Just like her, they were shinigami possessing an inner hollow, yet they had complete dominance. Desperate, with nowhere else to turn, she joined them, and, as their part of the bargain, was trained to control her hollow and use its abilities as her own.

Seemingly separate from the others at times, she hasn't completely integrated into their lifestyle as of yet.

Personality: Since the boy's death, her snappish side has been subdued, but, even so, her quiet side remains as threatening as ever. Her sour attitude is unpleasant and difficult to get used to, and it only intensifies with strangers, causing many to dislike her on sight. She's impatient as well as intolerate on several different grounds. Her most worn expression is a sarcastic smile, and least worn is a genuine one.

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“We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.”
--Antonin Artaud

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